Jimmy was sitting at one of the dining room tables when Dean found him, early morning light just peaking in through the windows and coloured his skin gold. "Can't sleep?"
Jimmy looked up from the cookies in front of him and laid the icing gun down. "It's easier to get things done before the others are running around. What about you?"
Dean only shrugged and sat down across from Jimmy. He probably knew it was another nightmare but they had unspoken 'don't ask, don't tell' policy with the other patients. "So what are all these for?"
Jimmy picked up the icing gun again and twisted the nozzle over to another colour. "Gabriel."
A family of unfinished gingerbread people are laid out on the table, three girls and a boy, there's one un-iced cookie sitting off to the side. Jimmy must have made five cookies before he remembered that his cousin died a few months back. "I do this every year, I used to give it to my family but I don't think they get them anymore. I think Gabriel just takes them home and eats them."
Jimmy piped on four smiley faces, twisted the nozzle again and drew three blue dresses on the cookies. "You're pretty good at that."
Jimmy smiled at the compliment though Dean didn't think it had to be all that hard to decorate some sweets to look like people. "I've had a lot of practise."
Dean drummed his fingers on the table in boredom and watched Jimmy finish the cookie family. He sucked a drop of rogue icing of his finger but ended up smearing some on his edge of his lips. "You uh- you have something right…"
Dean tapped at the side of his mouth but Jimmy wiped the wrong side. A mischievous grin broke on Dean's face and he leaned across the table. "Here, let me."
Dean wrapped his hand up in Jimmy's shirt and planted a kiss just on the edge of his mouth. His tongue darted out, quickly liked the icing and sat back down. Jimmy's cheeks were lit up like the Christmas tree that glowed beside them and he icing gun slipped out of his hands and fell to the floor. "I-uh…um. T-thank you Dean."